The door of the room opened again, and the late Emperor Lizong came in. However, this time, Lizong looked very old, even though he was only in his sixties.
When "I" saw Lizong entering, he hurriedly waved away the beauties and stood up to say hello. Then he said: "My father's holy body is not in good condition, and he has to deal with important matters in the court, so it's better to rest more."
"Your Majesty, my father's body is well understood." After Song Lizong sat down, he pointed to the seat next to him and said, "You can sit down too."
"Yes, Father."
"Your Majesty, it is really difficult for you to bear the burden of the country and the country. Alas! My father has no choice. You are my only heir. I can only leave the country of the Zhao family to you."
"Father, you just don't feel itchy occasionally. You can rest for a few days. Father will not fall. How can I leave you in this country? The child has many things to learn, and he must always listen to Father.
Teaching is the thing." I felt "I" was shocked. Emperor Lizong had always been "my" supporter and only supporter inside and outside the palace. If this supporter fell, what would "I" do?
Is it good? From the heart of "I", "I" don't want my father to go to the west. Firstly, my father is my backer. With my father here, "I" can continue to be the Taiping Prince and enjoy myself. Secondly,
"I" still have feelings for my father.
Song Lizong smiled and said: "Your Majesty, everyone is subject to birth, old age, sickness and death. Even if you and I are the supreme beings, we are not immune. I once said at the court meeting that you were the Emperor of Peace for ten years. This is indeed what I learned from my dream.
You know, but I am not making it up. Your Majesty, you have grown up, I ask you, what do you think of Jia Sidao?"
"I" actually have no idea about the situation of the ministers in the DPRK. It is only because Jia Sidao supports "me" that I have a favorable impression of him: "Father, I think Mr. Jia Sidao is okay."
Lizong of the Song Dynasty probably also knew that "I" could not explain anything, so he said: "I once placed my hope in those famous Neo-Confucianists. However, when the situation was critical and the court needed heroic figures to vigorously rectify the national affairs, these Neo-Confucianists
But no one can do it. Most of the advice they gave me was based on trivial personal matters, and nothing about being noble or sincere was of any use. Such sage skills are too vain.
I am getting more and more tired of this. These sages are not as good as my cricket-fighting brother-in-law Jia Sidao, because Jia Sidao can still find ways to get money for military expenses."
"I" didn't know the meaning of Song Lizong's words, so I just nodded indifferently.
After listening to it, I felt that the words of the late emperor still had some truth to them. These so-called great Confucians spoke eloquently, but when I really asked them to offer advice, they just shouted slogans without any substantive suggestions.
Lizong picked up a glass of wine on the table, drank it in one gulp, and then continued: "Your Majesty, although you are not my biological child, Queen Xie is your adoptive mother after all, and she does not mean to have trouble with you. On the surface,
Seeing that she has always been at odds with you, this is because she hates you and doesn't argue with you. In fact, your mother has always cared about you. People often say that fathers are strict and mothers are kind, but when it comes to me, it turns out that they are strict mothers and fathers. Haha, is that true?
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Regardless of whether they are emperors or queens, even if they are high above others, they are still human beings in nature, and they will have seven emotions and six desires. People in the royal family are not without family affection, but in most cases it is covered up by the overt and secret struggles in the palace.
At this moment, I felt the trace of affection in "my" heart. After all, "I" also have feelings.
After Lizong went out, I felt "my" thoughts. Since it was my father's request, I should try it myself. Maybe I can do it myself? Didn't my father say that he would be the Emperor of Peace for ten years? If not, Just leave the government to Jia Sidao to manage.
This was the last bit of self-confidence in Zhao Fu's heart, even though it was a Quixote-style self-confidence.
"My" idea is very simple, but I feel that "I" should not be born in an emperor's family. Fortunately, "I" have no competitors, otherwise I will really die miserably.
After a while, Xiao Qi came into the room and said: "Prince, it's not good, the emperor fainted."
"What?"
"Prince, I said as I walked, go to Ningqian Palace quickly."
The scene in the room instantly switched to the late emperor's bedroom in Ningqian Palace.
Song Lizong was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. It was obvious that there was no cure. Several imperial doctors from the Imperial Hospital stood aside silently, not even daring to express their feelings. Xie Daoqing looked stern and sat upright beside the bed. On a chair.
I saw "I" hurriedly enter the house, came to the bedside, saluted Xie Daoqing and said: "Mother, how is your father?"
Xie Daoqing glanced at me coldly, without saying a word, and signaled to the imperial medical officer on the side. Upon seeing this, the imperial medical officer hurriedly bowed his hands and whispered: "Prince, Your Majesty is in a deep coma. I'm afraid the situation is not good."
"Be specific."
"Maybe, maybe within the next few days." the imperial medical officer said tremblingly.
Although "I" knew that my father was in poor health, I didn't expect that it would happen so soon. I stood by the bed blankly for a while, at a loss.
"Prince." Xie Daoqing's voice was cold.
"Ah, Queen Mother."
"The time of the official family is running out. As the heir to the throne of the Song Dynasty, you should make preparations early. You know that the official family has high hopes for you. I hope you can remember the official family's teachings to you so that you can take care of yourself." After Xie Daoqing finished speaking, he looked at me with a complicated expression and left without looking back.
"I" couldn't help but shuddered, my expression was sluggish, my legs softened, and I sat on the edge of the bed. I could feel "my" fear, and from "my" heart, I could see Xie Daoqing's feelings for "me" "The attitude is clearly contemptuous and even disgusting.
The look Xie Daoqing gave when he left brought back the last bit of "my" self-confidence to its original shape.
I gradually understood that this was Zhao Fu's inner world. Long-term depression made his mentality extremely weird, and he was one step away from mental illness. The feasting and feasting were a good medicine deep in his heart. He used this lifestyle to Numbing oneself, over time, is like taking opium, becoming addicted and hard to quit.
According to historical records, for a period of time after Zhao Fu ascended the throne, he at least showed a positive attitude on the surface. However, this was just an explanation to the late emperor, because Zhao Fu soon fell into decline, and his life should have been miserable. It's wine and sex that go together.
In the beginning, is human nature inherently good or inherently evil? In fact, both are possible, but in the acquired experience, it depends on which nature can dominate.
Everyone has two sides, just like my mask, but the mask on the surface can't hide the truth after all.
The authenticity of "I" is that of being drunk and dreaming, but what about me? What is my inner world like? Are "I" and I the same person? If so, isn't "I"'s inner world mine? If not, why can I hear and see "my" voice again?
I found that my thinking in my mind began to become a little unclear, and "I" and I were intertwined again. This was completely different from when I just traveled to Zhao Yu. At the beginning, I actively swallowed Zhao Yu's consciousness, and this time
Once again, it seems that they want to merge.
The situation in the room changed again at this time. The pagoda I had seen in the hallucination appeared around "me" again, and there was a small blood-red pagoda in the middle. This small pagoda was in the middle of the room.
Above "me", and slowly moving downward from mid-air, but "I" is still sitting in the same place without knowing it.
"It's strange, how come there are signs of leakage of the dragon energy from my Chao Di Star?" On the top of Longhu Mountain, the Taoist master who had been watching the celestial phenomena had a look of surprise on his face.
"Look at the fate star, it seems to have changed." Zhang Tianshi appeared next to Daofa at some unknown time.
Although the moonlight is still bright in the sky, the two Emperor Stars in the north and south are stubbornly emitting faint light. The Northern Emperor Star flashes and flickers regularly, always maintaining a constant brightness, while the Southern Emperor Star's brightness is gradually decreasing.
weaken.
Taoist Master and Zhang Tianshi looked at each other, both of them confused.
The small blood-red tower was approaching downwards little by little. My intuition told me that although this small tower was small, it had the power to oppress everything. Just "me" could be crushed into powder by it.
The last time I appeared in a hallucination, it was the voice of the old man in black that pulled me back, but what about this time? Will "my" luck be as good as mine?
My anxiety became more and more intense, and I watched helplessly as the small red tower fell, unable to help me.